I slide my fingers into his hair, hold him, grip his shoulder, welcome him to drag my underwear down my thighs as his mouth and the light scratch of the beard he has coming in tease my hips and upper thighs.
His eyes flit up to mine. “I’m going to take all your firsts, gorgeous. All that you’ll let me have, I’ll turn into ecstasy.”
I nod weakly. “I trust you.”
He grins and stretches to kiss me hungrily, to tease me with quick, light flicks of his tongue, the same way he used his tongueon my nipples, the way I’m sure he’s going to keep using it all across my body until I only remember his name.
“Cole,” I pant against his lips.
“That’s right, Sofia. Keep saying my name, keep letting me make you feel good,” he purrs while gently fingering me. “All you have to do is enjoy it.”
I want to argue with him, but the way he uses his fingers over my clit, across my pussy, teasing my entrance again and again. I fall into the rhythm of his fingers, rolling my hips against his hand to try to get them where I want, moaning between soul-stealing, pleasure-feeding kisses that Cole keeps giving me until I can barely breathe, definitely can’t think, and feel like I exist for him alone.
“You want my fingers buried right here?” He asks, stroking just outside my entrance again.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Ask, beautiful,” he says against my mouth, making each word dirtier than the last. “Ask me to finger you.”
“Cole,” I breathe his name. “Finger me ... please.”
He slides one finger into me. I want more. I need more. Even if his finger is big and the way he uses it makes me sees stars, I know I can take more. I know he’s bigger than that from feeling him against my inner thigh and my belly.
“More, Cole, please. I want you. I want you,” I chant.
He groans and kisses down my body. When he gets back to my nipple, swirling his tongue, stroking, sucking, he eases a second finger into me, spreading me open, curling against my g-spot, giving me everything I need so my body bucks and obeys every command he purrs against my skin.
“Such a good girl. I love how responsive you are. You don’t need anyone but me,” he growls. “Just me, pleasing your pussy the way you need.”
A little whimper teases the back of my throat, but when he works a third finger into me, I moan. It’s a breathy, raspy sound, but his answering groan says plenty. He keeps it up, keeps using his fingers deep inside me, the heel of his hand against my clit while he lavishes my breasts with his mouth.
My eyes roll back and I grip his shoulder and the sheets as I come apart. He groans with me, spreading his fingers inside me and panting. “That’s one. We won’t be able to count your orgasms by morning.”
“Cole.”
“Next, you’re going to come all over my tongue,” he says.
And Cole keeps his word. His tongue works between my legs so perfectly, so wonderfully, that I don’t even think about denying him. He murmurs orders against my pussy, tells me to give him what he wants, tells me to finish for him, tells me not to hold back all while working me up higher and higher. I come for his tongue, then he simply moves his mouth up to my clit and works his fingers back into me.
He works me up again and again, bringing me to the edge until I want to crawl away because I’m so overstimulated that even his breath across my thigh makes me tremble.
“Cole!” I whine in a horse voice.
He takes off his pants and stands at the foot of the bed, looking me over in a way that feels reverent. Like he’s worshiping me with his eyes. But my gaze is slowly dipping to his very hard, very large cock. I shudder and fight the urge to close my legs.
“I’m clean, sweetheart.”
“I trust you,” I whisper.
He gently strokes my foot, then his fingers wrap around my ankle. He tugs me down, ignoring how messy his hair is, how wet his chin is, how soaked his fingers are. He’s a ravished mess and I love seeing it. I lick my bottom lip when my ass brushes the edge of the bed.
“Tell me if it hurts too much,” he says gently.
He goes back to my clit, light strokes that make me whimper and spread my legs even further. I want him so badly that I can’t breathe. The head of his cock eases into me slowly and I tense, preparing for pain, but Cole stops. He pants, slow, heavy.
“Easy. I don’t want to hurt you. Relax,” he soothes, still working my clit, but gently pushing on my lower belly. He leans in and kisses me gently, softly, then thrusts again. I gasp against his mouth, but he kisses me deeper. “Touch me, Sofia.”
“Cole, don’t stop. Too slow. Please,” I beg.
